Feng Wumian seemed to be very annoyed with the indistinguishability between the person in front of him, but Bu Feichen waved his hand to stop Feng Wumian's next move.

Slightly picked up the teacup in his hand and knocked the rim lightly, Bu Fei Chen Xue's bright eyes looked at the black-faced man with a smile, and said in a deep voice: "So you mean that this king is harming my eldest sister?" So you're saying that the king should turn a blind eye to them? Let them bully the king's sister? ”

After a moment's speech, the man opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head and said, "I didn't mean that, it's just that she has already had a hard enough life in this mansion, so don't add more difficulties to her." ”

As if a little surprised, Bu Feichen suddenly put down the teacup and got up to approach the black-faced man, and then deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You care about her!" ”

As if startled by the sound that was close at hand, the man took a few steps back in panic, and the porcelain piece in his hand fell to the ground again, but he accidentally punctured his palm.

A pair of tiger eyes seemed to flicker as if they could not be dodged, and the man's originally dark and translucent face appeared with a suspicious red color, and he stammered: "Regent, regent, this kind of talk is not a joke, if it falls on other people's ears, then the lady will have no place to stand in this mansion." ”

So the person in front of him has a heart for Bu Yurou, but he is hindered by his identity?

Bu Feichen nodded, and circled around the man a few more times.

Suddenly, I heard a rare thin smile in the courtyard: "Brother Chen, this is the peach I picked for you, I remember that your favorite food when you were a child was ......"

The black-faced man turned around and saw the golden sunlight shining on Bu Yurou's weak but delicate smiling face, and he was confused for a moment, as if he had fallen into it.

Bu Yurou walked quickly, but when she passed by the black-faced man, she was slightly stunned and stopped.

"Arnold, why are you hurt? Huixin, bandage him quickly, lest he be soaked in water in the future, and the wound will become inflamed. ”

Hearing Bu Yurou's gentle words, the black-faced man looked ashamed, and hurriedly lowered his face and said, "No, don't bother Madame, the slave is just a rough man, this little injury is not in the way!" ”

"How's that going to work? The wound is quite big, why do you say ......"

"Next!" Someone spoke out of thin air, and before the black-faced man could see clearly, he noticed something flying towards the back of Bu Yurou's head, so frightened that he hurriedly blocked Bu Yurou behind him, and reached out to catch the oncoming thing.

stared at the porcelain vase in his palm stunned, raised his head inexplicably, but saw Bu Feichen's eyes that seemed to be able to perceive everything.

"This is a gold sore medicine, go back and put it on the wound, and this king often uses it when he fights on the battlefield."

“…… This, the minion ......"

"Sometimes, if you want to protect something, you have to make yourself stronger, otherwise you will always be a timid coward."

Listening to Bu Feichen's words, the man clenched his fists, the regent knew, he actually knew the secret in his heart, what should he do now?

Seeing the man in a daze, Bu Feichen raised his hand and said a word in Feng Wumian's ear, Feng Wumian immediately walked towards the black-faced man, and he didn't know what he muttered in his ear, the man's face was visibly looking at Bu Feichen, and then he lowered his head and turned to leave.

"Brother Chen, what are you looking at? It's, it's fresh peaches, and I don't know if you like it now, I'm ......."

Bu Feichen finally withdrew his gaze from between the backs, and heard Bu Yurou's cramped and uneasy whisper.

Looking at the fresh and juicy peach, Bu Feichen smiled slightly, picked up a piece and took a bite and said, "I like it, this king's preference hasn't changed, I've always liked it." ”

"Really? That's good, that's ......"

Seeing Bu Yurou rubbing her hands and feet very uneasily, Bu Feichen gently grabbed her palm again and said, "Eldest sister, have you ever thought about leaving such a day?" ”

As if taken aback by Bu Feichen's words, Bu Yurou hurriedly shook her head and said: "Brother Chen, don't talk nonsense, my father said, you just returned to the court, the situation in the DPRK and China is unclear, and now you still need to live in peace with the Queen Mother, and the marriage between the eldest sister and the Hou Ye ......"

"This king doesn't need you to sacrifice himself to protect me, what's more, do you think that a small marquis can affect this king's position in the court?"

Even though he understood that his brother had always looked above everything else, Bu Yurou still grabbed Bu Feichen's palm worriedly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Chen, I know that you are worried about me, but I think that with you standing up in the mansion today, they will not dare to do anything to me in the future." ”

Are you sure? Regarding Bu Yurou's words, Bu Feichen really maintained a skeptical attitude; But Bu Yurou was very firm in her thoughts.

Wasting a day on the Marquis Mansion, until after sunset, Bu Feichen had already stepped into the carriage and did not see the Marquis appear, and from Bu Yurou's expression, Bu Feichen understood that she had long been accustomed to such things in front of her.

For this poor woman, Bu Feichen was in compassion, and it was rare to have a trace of tenderness mixed with it......

In the next two days, Bu Feichen has been busy with the major affairs of the new emperor's administration, and seems to have forgotten these trivial things, and when the car drove out of Chongwumen today, raindrops the size of beans suddenly floated on the street, and the spring rain was out of control.

Bu Feichen looked at Feng Wumian, who was already soaking wet outside, frowned and said, "Wumian, let the coachman hurry up, lest you get drenched in the rain." ”

"Master, don't worry, the door of the mansion is almost here!"

While the two were talking, the carriage suddenly jolted, as if frightened, and the horses raised their hooves and neighed.

"What's going on?" Bu Feichen raised the curtain, and the driver was also full of displeasure and shouted loudly on the muddy road.

"You don't want to live anymore, do you? The Regent's carriage dared to ram it, and it was a head-off thing. The carriage also roared in silence.

"Regent, Regent, help, Regent, help!"

The already chaotic sky was like a waterfall of heavy rain that fell down, drowning out the voice of the screaming man in the rainy night.

Bu Feichen faintly only saw a depressed figure standing in front of his carriage, and then turned around and shouted: "Sleepless, go and see what happened?" ”

Feng Wumian immediately tightened his horse's belly and walked around the front of the carriage, and when he saw the face standing between heaven and earth, he was a little angry at first, and then he blinked and shouted in astonishment: "Why are you?" ”